A/N: A year? really? It's been a year? Good grief this is getting ridicules. Oh well, I guess I'll attempt to continue anyways.
Hi, I'm Gwendolyn Parks, but if you read the prologue I suppose you'd already know that. I honestly don't know why I'm doing this, I don't even need to wait a few years to regret this, I'm already regretting this before I even start it. Just what am I regretting you ask? Publishing my own personal story to the internet for all of you blood thirsty drama lovers to laugh at. I know, it sounds crazy. I sound as though I should be locked up in a mental ward for doing something so stupid. I am not doing this for fame or sympathy, and trust me, every word I am about to write is completely true. So why am I doing this? Truthfully, I don't really know. It is partially a warning to others, to help keep them from making the same mistakes I have, and I suppose the only other reason I can come up with to justify this action is pure boredom. And so now without further ado, I will begin my story.
It all started about twelve years ago, when I was five. It was April 21rst and the first day of my little brothers life. His name is Lyle, and at first, I hated him. Don't get me wrong though, it's not because I was afraid of not being the center of attention. No, that wasn't at all it. You see, simply put, my Mother is a bit of a slut. My biological Dad abandoned us before I was born, but by the time I was three a wonderful man came into the picture to fill in his shoes. His goal was to help my Mom get her life back on track, and help raise me. He loved my Mom, truly loved her, but for two years she slowly broke his heart. She did this by cheating on him with any man who'd sleep with her, he always had his suspicions but they were never proven until Mother became pregnant with Lyle. When all his suspicions were proven true he finally broke, and he too left us. Please don't get me wrong, I love, and always have loved, my Mother, but her problems always managed to make things much harder on me. Because of this, I couldn't hate my own Mother, so I in turn developed a hatred for Lyle, believing he was the reason my little life was falling apart. At least, for three months after he was born I did.
After about three months I began to come accustomed to the fact that the man who I thought of as my father was never coming back, and it wasn't the fault of this baby. Soon my Mother had me help take care of him in many ways, often times she would leave the two of us a lone while she went out to shop, and during this time we spent a lone together caused us to bond, and I began to love him much more than I had ever loved anyone or anything else, and by the time he was three years old I loved him as though he were my own son.
Soon I began to take care of him more frequently, watching him for hours at a time in the middle of the night while my Mother went out with strange men and couldn't be bothered to order a baby sitter. This routine of spending late nights taking care of an infant while I was only around the age of 6 may seem quite odd to most but for me it was all I knew, and seemed quite normal. This will all lead into more stories and examples, but those will be saved for next time.
A/N: So yeah... That was a bit different from what I usually do, but oh well, maybe some of you will enjoy it XP byyyyeeee